Rope? Mother and daughter

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Actually, after my daughter Yuki introduced him to me, I already knew who her boyfriend was. I couldn't contain my excitement and anticipation. Who didn't know Umeda Mitsuo, the sole successor of the Umeda school? In the world of SM, Mitsuo was a celebrity. As an unknown female slave in the circle, I could only admire a rope master and dominatrix like Umeda Mitsuo from afar. But now he was my daughter's fiancé, and he was even coming to our house as her fiancé. Of course, I felt both excited and helpless. I remembered how I had tried so hard to contact Mr. Umeda a few years ago, but I couldn't get in touch with him or witness the rope art of the Umeda school in person. Now, he had appeared before me so easily.

The days were set quickly and passed quickly. The day arrived. Umeda and Yuki, who had come all the way from Tokyo to Kyushu, took the Shinkansen to Kyushu, to Yuki's home. The taxi stopped in front of the house. It was just an ordinary two-story house, nothing special here. I carefully looked at the tea and snacks laid out on the table, arranged them meticulously, and then went to the entrance to greet the guests.

"Hello, Ms. Kawamura, I'm Mitsuo Umeda." Umeda was dressed in a smart suit, wearing thin-rimmed black glasses, his eyes looking incredibly clear and bright, and far more handsome than in the photos I'd seen online.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Umeda, I'm sorry to trouble you with my daughter Yuki." I quickly greeted Mr. Umeda.

"Mom, why don't you invite Mr. Umeda in?" Yuki said, dressed in a beautiful dress.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Umeda, please come in." I quickly took Yuki's handbag and ushered the two into the house. After they were seated in the living room, I quickly brewed some English black tea. Mr. Umeda took the tea, and his fingers brushed against mine. Even though it was just a brief touch, my heart was already pounding.

"My desire... is about to overflow." Looking at the intimate way Mr. Umeda and Yuki were behaving, that's what I was thinking. I adjusted my hair accessory and the straps of my bra to relax a bit. Unexpectedly, I noticed that Umeda was watching my every move, his gaze seemingly wandering over me. My heart skipped a beat.

While they went back to their room to unpack, I went back to the bathroom to change my underwear, as the ones I was wearing were wet again.

"I actually had inappropriate thoughts about my daughter's fiancé?" I thought to myself.

At dinner, I chatted happily with Mr. Umeda and Yuki. Umeda's official job was as a managing director at a trading company, but only I knew his true work. I chuckled to myself. During dinner, Umeda's eyes darted around, clearly attracted to something, but Yuki didn't notice at all. I guess only I, sitting opposite him, knew this.

During dinner, Yuki received a call from a friend and temporarily left the table, leaving only Mr. Umeda and me face-to-face. I felt this was a rare opportunity.

"Mr. Umeda, as I recall, your work seems to extend beyond this," I asked curiously. "Auntie, my work is indeed more than this, but it's all rather unsavory stuff," Mr. Umeda said, bowing slightly. "

What if I were also a fan of these unsavory things?" I continued, placing a dish into his bowl as I spoke—a strong hint, wasn't it?

"If that's the case… alright, I understand. Here, take this invitation, but please don't tell Yuki about it," Mr. Umeda said, pulling a small card from his inside suit pocket and handing it to me.

The card was quite exquisite, bearing the words "Kyushu Umeda Ryujutsu Association." Umeda's association was already quite renowned in the industry; I'd only managed to catch a glimpse of the invitation after going through several people, and I only saw that old card a year after the association's announcement. I never expected to receive this invitation just three days before the rope bondage event; my heart pounded even faster.

"What are you all talking about?" Yuki returned to the table after finishing her phone call, and everyone continued their lively conversation.

Three days later, Yuki went to a class reunion, and Umeda also temporarily left. After dressing simply, I took a taxi to a building in the city center. I took out the invitation, passed through the ticket counter at the entrance, and entered the venue. I was seated three rows behind the front desk, which was a pretty good spot. The stage was a square wooden platform with several iron rings connecting to the wooden beams above, looking incredibly sturdy.

"Ms. Kawamura, is this seat alright?" Umeda appeared behind me and patted my shoulder. Today, Mr. Umeda was dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono.

"Mr. Umeda, the seat is very good, thank you." I replied

, "Okay, I understand. Please enjoy the show." After saying that, Mr. Umeda turned and left, leaving me captivated by his departing figure.

The audience took their seats, and the lights dimmed, leaving only a faint glow on the stage. A woman appeared, dressed in a simple yukata. Mr. Umeda appeared from behind. On the table to the left of the stage were several bundles of neatly arranged hemp rope. Mr. Umeda stood behind the woman, and with a whoosh, he pulled open her yukata, revealing her beautiful breasts. The yellow lights from the side of the stage shone on the two of them. Umeda untied the bundles of hemp rope and began to wrap them around the woman, tightening them, passing them under her armpits, around her waist, tightening them again, tying knots, wrapping them again, and tying knots again. In just over ten minutes, the woman's breasts were made even more delicate and supple by the hemp rope. The woman's expression showed no pain, but rather comfort and enjoyment. This is the allure of rope bondage!

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I was stunned, and the audience around me were even more engrossed. But the show moved at a breakneck pace. A rope was lowered from the main beam, and Umeda quickly tied it behind the M-woman's back. With the help of others, the M-woman was pulled high up, her feet barely touching the ground, completely suspended. Umeda didn't end his performance. He forcefully spread the M-woman's legs apart, revealing her private vulva to the audience. This vulva had already been shaved clean, and the pink labia were on full display. With the rope binding her legs, they were pulled apart and fixed in two directions. At this moment, another M-woman walked onto the stage. Umeda turned and leaned towards the other M-woman, picked up another rope from the table on the stage, and began to bind the M-woman's body. A beautiful tortoise shell bondage appeared before the audience.

By this time, I could no longer contain my lustful genitals. My legs rubbed back and forth, rubbing against my private parts. I knew my underwear was wet again, and my excitement was at its peak. I even imagined what had just happened; I wished I were on that stage.

The rope masters on stage were all Umeda's apprentices. Under Umeda's command, the whips in their hands lashed out at the two submissive women with lightning speed. Their expressions were pained yet quite enjoyable—a contradictory pleasure. The pained expressions came from the feeling of pain, but the pleasure also came from the same feeling. SM is indeed captivating.

The two submissive women were untied and given a short rest, but the performance continued. The two women were tied up again, this time back to back, still in turtle shell bondage. However, the rope passing through their genitals was shared by both women. This meant that if one woman moved, the rope between the other woman's legs would be pulled. But the performance certainly didn't stop there. The rope masters continued whipping the two women. With each lash, my heart trembled. This training session was too shocking for me.

Candles here were definitely not for lighting. In the Umeda training session, candles have always been an important prop, and of course, they were present today as well. Dozens of candles were lit, and the hot wax dripped onto the two women. They screamed wildly on the stage from the burning wax, and combined with the pain of the whipping, I think the two women must have already reached orgasm.

The training session ended precisely on time within three hours, leaving me astonished. Just then, Mr. Umeda reappeared before me.

"How was today's training session? Were you satisfied?" Mr. Umeda asked.

"It was a wonderful performance," I replied happily.

"I didn't expect Ms. Kawamura to enjoy such a performance," Mr. Umeda said. "Actually, Mr. Umeda, I've been following your training sessions for a while now, but I never thought I'd have the chance to see them today," I said. "

Is that so? There's another private training session this afternoon. A lady who was supposed to attend couldn't come due to unforeseen circumstances. Ms. Kawamura, would you be interested?" Mr. Umeda asked. "Me? Can I?" I replied, somewhat surprised. "Of course," Mr. Umeda said happily. "Okay, I'd be honored to attend, but please don't tell Yuki," I instructed Mr. Umeda. "Of course, let's keep it a secret," Mr. Umeda said, leaving the address of the private training session for the afternoon before departing.

After a quick lunch in the city, I took a city bus to the agreed-upon location, a simple, old-fashioned Japanese-style bungalow. There were already quite a few people inside, men and women. Led by Mr. Kanazawa, a disciple of Umeda, I entered a large, traditional Japanese room where four women were already seated on tatami mats.

Mr. Umeda appeared from the side corridor and greeted the women present, including me.

"Today's private BDSM session will now begin. Let's assign the rope masters and female participants." Under Umeda's arrangement, everyone took their seats, and I, of course, was assigned to be the rope master by Mr. Umeda himself.

"Ladies, please remove your tops and skirts. Someone will collect them for you. To make tying easier, please remove all but your underwear," Mr. Umeda said to everyone.

Seeing the women around me starting to undress, I hesitated for a moment, but then followed suit. Today I was wearing a full set of pink lace lingerie; I thought it would look quite nice.

Mr. Umeda began to wrap himself around me. Every time the rope was tightened, my heartbeat and breathing quickened. Mr. Umeda seemed to notice my reaction and smiled.

"Ms. Kawamura is a typical masochist, isn't she?" Mr. Umeda asked.

"Yes, Mr. Umeda," I readily admitted.

"Okay, I understand." Mr. Umeda smiled and muttered something, then tightened the rope even more.

In less than twenty minutes, all four women present, including myself, were tied up. With one leg suspended, I was exposing my most private parts to my daughter's fiancé, my future son-in-law. Although my underwear wasn't removed, the rope binding my genitals aroused me greatly.

After passing another rope through the rope around my genitals, Mr. Umeda pulled it back and forth, causing me to gasp repeatedly. The other three women also gasped repeatedly, and suddenly the room was filled with sounds of lust. But how could Umeda and his disciples let us off so easily? Next, our legs were hoisted up, and the women, suspended high, were subjected to their arbitrary caresses of every part of their bodies, including their breasts and genitals. Although it was through their underwear, Umeda was, after all, my daughter's fiancé, and this was truly shameful. My blushing face aroused Umeda's interest. His rough hands weren't content with just touching outside my underwear; they even slipped inside, playing with my already hardened nipples with his fingers. My body seemed to enjoy being played with by my son-in-law.

"Mr. Umeda, please don't touch there..." I pleaded with Umeda, because if this continued, I would beg him to go further, and we would both fall into an inescapable abyss of hell. But such pleas, of course, had no effect on a rope master like Umeda.

"Ms. Kawamura, I've noticed you for a while now. You must want me to take things a step further, right?" Umeda said with a smile. The other women were also being played with and trained, their moans of pleasure filling the air. Their bras were even pulled back, exposing their breasts. These women were all typical masochists, craving to be abused. Most of them were housewives or high-ranking executives in companies, yearning to be bound and tortured like slaves. Only here could they get the desires they wanted.

Umeda's training didn't seem to be over. The four of us women were all released and slumped on the ground, but our hands were still bound behind our backs with rope. Umeda picked up another rope, threaded it through our backs, and tied all four of us together. At the same time, our legs were tied in an M-shape, and our legs were tied to the people next to us, forcing us to spread our legs and be at the mercy of the rope masters. Everyone's underwear was pulled up, their nipples and breasts exposed to the rope masters. We all lowered our heads in shame, but large mirrors were placed in front of us—five mirrors in total for the four women. The more we tried to close our legs, the wider they were pulled apart. The four women pulled at each other, seeing their true selves more clearly in the mirrors.

In the mirror, my legs were spread wide. I had never sat in such a shameful position, displaying my breasts in front of strangers, my private parts already partially visible. Even with my underwear removed, there was nothing I could do.

The rope masters in Umeda seemed to sense our thoughts; our underwear was pulled down. Because our legs were bound, the underwear couldn't be removed without cutting it; it could only be pulled down to our thighs. But that was shameful enough. Seeing myself in the mirror, unable to even protect my private parts, displaying them to everyone, made me feel even more ashamed.

After two hours of "training," I felt like it had been a whole day. The ropes were untied, and we were dressed in our original clothes. We all slumped onto the tatami mats. Mr. Umeda came in briefly to say hello and then left. Just then, Yuki called, asking when I was coming home. I quickly grabbed my bag and hailed a taxi.

When I got home, Yuki and Umeda were already there. I immediately rested on the sofa, which caught Umeda's attention.

"Ms. Kawamura, are you alright?" Umeda asked quietly, deliberately avoiding Yuki. "Mr. Umeda, that was wonderful training. Please continue to guide me." I replied with a smile, "Hehe, that's good. But it should be 'please train me more in the future,'" Umeda said with a laugh. Umeda

and I both laughed. Yuki, returning from the kitchen to the living room, joined the conversation, telling us about the many interesting things that happened at the dinner party that day. This became a little secret between Umeda and me.

After dinner, I, who am used to going to bed early, went to bed early as usual. The private training I had this afternoon made me even more tired, so I went to bed earlier than usual. As for Umeda, I let him sleep in the same room as my daughter, Yuki. We're all adults, so it's nothing. I don't care at all if Umeda and Yuki do anything inappropriate, since they're getting married soon.

Around 2 a.m., I was woken up by the urge to urinate. I crawled out of my warm bed and went to the bathroom. After finally finishing, I found Yuki's door was open. I just peeked in as I passed by, and what I saw inside was both surprising and unsurprising. Why do I say that? My daughter, Yuki, had her hands tightly bound behind her back by Umeda. The ropes binding her body were beautifully arranged, making Yuki's body resemble a work of art. Her upper body was exposed, with two vibrating eggs glued to her nipples. Her lower body was being penetrated by Umeda's penis. Yuki was tightly bound, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and with the blindfold, she couldn't see anything outside.

Umeda seemed to have noticed me peeping outside the door. He pulled out his penis, leaving Yuki moaning on the bed, opened the door wider, and went back inside, continuing to insert his penis into Yuki's vagina. This was the first time I had ever seen my daughter having sex; I think this was a scene rarely seen by mothers everywhere.

Umeda wanted me to stay and watch some more. He remained silent, only gesturing with his fingers towards my pants, indicating that I should take them off and masturbate. But how could I do that? Thinking this, I used my other hand to pull down my pants and underwear. In front of my daughter Yuki and Umeda, I kept my mouth tightly shut, rubbing my clitoris. Umeda thrust even harder, while Yuki remained completely unaware that I was right next to her.

Realizing my inappropriate behavior, I pulled up my pants and quickly returned to my room, but I couldn't fall asleep. I could only look online at Umeda's BDSM photobooks, but my lust had been ignited by what I'd just seen, and I couldn't sleep no matter what. It seemed I wouldn't be sleeping tonight either.

Actually, tonight also helped me understand many things I couldn't figure out, namely the relationship between Yuki and Umeda. Like mother, like daughter; it seems my daughter Yuki inherited my masochistic bloodline, a complete masochist.

I remembered something Umeda said during the training session: "Ms. Kawamura is a typical masochist, isn't she?" After I answered yes, his smile and muttering probably meant that we, mother and daughter, were essentially the same. But my mind was filled with images of Yuki and Umeda having sex. I couldn't forget them. But Yuki was my daughter? And Umeda? He was the rope master I admired, yet he was also my daughter's fiancé, practically my son-in-law. Now I was caught in a dilemma.

The desire in my heart couldn't be easily extinguished. Umeda's training was truly amazing, I simply thought to myself.

I got up early again that morning to prepare breakfast for Yuki and Umeda. Watching them walk hand in hand into the restaurant, I felt quite relieved. It seemed I could entrust Yuki to Umeda with peace of mind. I glanced at Yuki's wrist. Although she wore a watch and jewelry, I could still see the marks of hemp rope. Yuki seemed to have noticed me looking at the marks on her hands and deliberately tried to cover them with her sleeve. I called these rope marks "the tracks of happiness."

I smiled and pretended not to see them. I glanced at Umeda's eyes; he was also secretly watching me. He seemed to be holding a small box in his hand. I didn't know what it was. His hand seemed to be flipping a switch. I saw his fingers flick it, and Yuki's eyes looked strange. He flicked it again, and Yuki felt much more relaxed. I immediately realized what it was!

"A wireless vibrator?" I told myself.

"Is Yuki being trained now?" I asked myself.

"Yuki, go get the spoon Mom left in the kitchen." I figured out a way to get Yuki away so I could ask Umeda properly.

"Oh, okay." Yuki got up and went to the kitchen. Now it was just Umeda and me in the dining room.

"Mr. Umeda, is that a wireless vibrator switch you're holding?" I asked Umeda. "Yes," Umeda answered readily. "Are you disciplining Yuki? Now?" I continued. "It's not me disciplining Yuki, Yuki asked me to discipline her. It's her favorite thing," Umeda continued. "Yuki's favorite thing?" I wanted to ask more, but Yuki had already returned from the kitchen.

"..." Umeda simply nodded to me, and I couldn't ask any more questions.

My precious daughter Yuki likes this kind of disciplining? I couldn't quite believe it. She's always been quite obedient and well-behaved, and I never have to worry about her studies, but does she like this kind of disciplining? I can only assume it's just their fun! Mr. Umeda seems to be setting up

a branch here in Kyushu. He's been very well-received during his visit to Kyushu, and he's been very busy. His daughter Yuki, on the other hand, is busy preparing for her wedding and is out all day.

Days passed, and the memory of that private training was still vivid in my mind. My desire grew stronger and stronger, yet

I couldn't release it. Every time I saw Mr. Umeda, I would think of that training. I sat alone in the cafe, waiting for Umeda to arrive. I don't know why, but he suddenly asked me out for coffee. Anyway, I wouldn't refuse Mr. Umeda.

"Ms. Kawamura, thank you for coming." Umeda bowed and sat down, ordering an Italian coffee from the waiter.

"You're welcome. We're practically family now. But what's up today?" I asked Mr. Umeda curiously.

"Oh, I'll be frank. My Kyushu branch of the Umeda School is about to open, and we have a duo performance that day. We're looking for two amateur women to perform the rope bondage. We've already found one, but the other has something come up and won't be coming. So we'd like to ask Ms. Kawamura for help." As Umeda finished speaking, the waiter brought the coffee. Umeda picked up the cup and took a sip. It had no sugar at all, as if he was quite used to drinking Italian coffee.

"Can I?" I replied, but I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Of course! Actually, that's what I wanted to do." Mr. Umeda said. "Hmm... I understand! I agree." I agreed to Mr. Umeda's request. Then Mr. Umeda and I chatted for an afternoon, and we talked about many things, not just about tying up and training.

This was the training setting I had always dreamed of. A huge stage, with guests sitting below. I knelt on the tatami in the middle of the stage, wearing a mask, with a low wall separating us. I secretly glanced at her. Next to me, kneeling, was a young woman, also wearing a mask. We were both wearing simple bathrobes. Several sets of lights above the stage shone on us, illuminating our bodies.

Several violinists sat beside the stage, waiting for the beautiful music to begin. Umeda stood below the stage, looking at us on stage. He smiled, and then thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Umeda walked onto the stage amidst the applause, and the violinists began to play. In such a pleasant and comfortable environment, another female sub was tightly bound together with hemp rope, then pulled up and hoisted high. At this moment, the photographer came over and began to take pictures of us. Our bathrobes had already been taken off. The woman next to me and I stood back to back, body to body, our legs bound open with hemp rope, our legs spread apart in two directions, exposing our vulvas.

An electric vibrator was inserted into our vaginas, and we began to moan softly. Our private parts were being constantly stimulated, and the small fleshy bumps of our clitoris were almost unbearable from the stimulation. The woman next to us was moaning loudly, but I felt a strange familiarity with her voice, as if I had heard it somewhere before. However, I couldn't quite place her. Just as I was wondering, her mask was suddenly pulled down, but I still couldn't see her because we were tied up back to back.

Several rope handlers, about three or four, came up from the side of the stage. They held whips and began to whip us, not just whip, but lash us.

Next, the ropes binding me and her were untied, but my hands remained tightly bound behind my back. Another woman was tied up and suspended, but not very high, just below my crotch. She looked up at me, and this woman was someone I knew very well—my daughter, Yuki. However, because I was still wearing a mask, she didn't recognize me. She looked completely comfortable and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being tortured and bound, just like me.

This was the first time I had seen my daughter's vulva after she was bound. Although I am also a woman, it was the first time I had seen my daughter's vulva in such a situation. My vulva was also exposed to everyone and my daughter Yuki after my legs were mercilessly pulled apart by the ropes. At Umeda's signal and command, Yuki came closer and licked the vulva that had given birth to her. She seemed quite skilled at this, licking only the most sensitive and stimulating spots.

"Ah...ah...so good...yes..." I moaned and cried out in front of everyone. The audience below watched intently, but they seemed unaware that the two being disciplined on stage were a mother and daughter. The thought made my heart race, and I couldn't stop leaking fluids. Yuki, who was licking my genitals, seemed to sense my pleasure and licked even harder.

Umeda and the others weren't idle either; their whips were constantly striking Yuki's buttocks. With each lash, Yuki would show a blissful expression, look up at me, and then continue licking. Umeda, meanwhile, was dripping hot wax onto my breasts and nipples. The hot wax made my sensitive nipples even more sensitive and painful.

Yuki's ropes were untied, granting her temporary freedom, but only briefly. A red collar was then put on her, and Umeda, leading a dog on a leash, forced her to crawl on the stage. Meanwhile, the ropes binding my legs were pulled even wider, exposing my most private parts to the audience. I watched the Guanyin statue below the stage while my daughter, Yuki, was being whipped as she crawled, a small amount of fluid visible between her legs. Yuki seems to really enjoy dog training, doesn't she? She must, she definitely does. She's truly my daughter.

As Yuki crawled, she barked like a dog. Only then did I notice that her pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving only a smooth mound of skin. At this moment, Yuki not only looked incredibly lewd, but more like a female dog, a wanton female dog.

Umeda hadn't forgotten I was left on the stage. His assistant pushed out a cart laden with obscene sex toys and vibrating dildos—presumably for disciplining me. I wasn't wrong about Umeda's intentions. Umeda handed the dog leash to his assistant, who then walked over, picked up a vibrating dildo, and played with it near my genitals, refusing to insert it. Finally, he used a short rope to tie a T-shaped restraint around my waist to secure the dildo.

After securing it, he turned on the dildo, setting the intensity to maximum.

"Ah… turn it off… oh my god… it's completely full!" I shouted to Umeda and the audience.

"Is it comfortable?" Umeda asked.

"Mmm…" I nodded in response.

The ropes binding my hands were finally untied, and I was put in a collar and leash. Yuki and I were led onto the stage for dog training—a mother-daughter dog training session. This was the first time my daughter and I had been trained as female dogs on stage, though Yuki was unaware of this. Umeda's whip continued to fall on us, and we cried out as we were pulled forward by the leash. The double

-headed dragon was placed on the stage, and Umeda's assistant pushed a cart to the center. Yuki and I were pulled to the cart, separated back to back, buttocks to buttocks. By this time, my genitals were already incredibly wet, and I think Yuki was too! Being trained in front of so many people for the first time must have been incredibly exciting.

The double-headed dragon was first inserted into Yuki's vagina. I heard Yuki's scream; I've heard her voice for decades, there's no way I could be mistaken. Then, the collar around my neck was pulled closer to Yuki by the dog leash, and the other end of the double-headed dragon was inserted into my vagina.

"Ah..." I screamed too.

Then, under the whips of Umeda and his assistant, a tug-of-war of vaginas ensued. They lashed out, whipping our backs and buttocks repeatedly. We could only move backward, not forward. Yuki and I were thus thrust into one after the other, our moans eliciting thunderous applause from the audience.

Amidst our moans, the stage curtain slowly fell, and amidst the applause, the Umeda School of Kyushu Domination was officially established.

The domination didn't stop after the curtain fell. My mask was removed; I didn't react at all before it was taken off, replaced by my terrified daughter, Yuki.

"Mom? How could it be you? Just now we..." Yuki exclaimed in surprise, quickly covering her body, which was bound with rope and dripping with wax, with her hands.

"Yes! It's Mom, daughter. Mom is a masochist, just like you!" I replied.

"Is...is that so?" Yuki, who had wanted to explain something, seemed to have no choice but to accept it.

"You were having a lot of fun under Mr. Umeda's guidance, weren't you?" I continued to ask Yuki. "Yes...yes." Yuki wiped the wax off her body and said, "Then...can Mom accept Mr. Umeda's guidance too?" I pleaded with my daughter Yuki.

"Yuki, your mother is no longer pleading with you as your mother, but a woman pleading with another woman," Mr. Umeda said from the side.

"Darling...since Mr. Umeda has said so, I guess I have no choice but to do so," Yuki said. "Thank you, Yuki," I said to Yuki.

"Then... let's go home!" Yuki said, about to get up, but Umeda stopped her. "Did I say the training was over?" Umeda asked Yuki. "No... no." Yuki answered, seemingly a little frightened. "Then what is your identity now?" Mr. Umeda said.

"I am... a female slave... Master Umeda's bitch." Yuki said, trembling.

"Good to know." After saying that, Umeda pulled on the leash of my daughter and me, and continued to circle around the stage. Of course, the double-headed dragon on our vulva had long been removed, and we were simply crawling on the ground like a female dog.

Shy Yuki could only let herself be led by the leash and crawl, not daring to look me in the eye. I looked at Yuki several times and smiled.

"It's so wonderful to be trained by Mr. Umeda with my daughter." I said to myself. "Mom..." Yuki heard me, smiled, and looked at me with a happy smile.

This is a private training room in the training center, a room with mirrors on all four sides, a traditional tatami floor, and several wooden beams on the ceiling for hanging. Yuki and I were tied together, standing on one leg on the tatami, the other leg tied together and suspended high. Our private parts were exposed, and we were tied face to face. Umeda had also tied our nipples with thin rope, and with the face-to-face binding, my nipples were touching Yuki's. A ball gag was stuffed into my mouth, and saliva kept flowing from the hole in the gag, flowing onto my body and onto Yuki's body.

Umeda was definitely not going to let our open vulvas go. The vibrating dildo was inserted tightly to the deepest point and secured with hemp rope, with no possibility of it falling out. The tip of the dildo also had a device to stimulate the clitoris. As soon as the electric switch was turned on, the strong vibration immediately stimulated the clitoris, and the end of the vibrating dildo dutifully began to rotate deep inside the vagina.

The room was filled with moans and groans. Umeda said this was a form of "mother-daughter donburi," as the opportunity to train a real mother and daughter was truly rare. While training them, our anuses weren't forgotten. A thin, lubricated vibrator was inserted into our anuses. The double stimulation from two places brought me to orgasm, but it was Yuki's first time receiving an enema. She painfully begged Umeda to remove the vibrator plug, which Umeda did for the first time. However, she then stopped obeying Yuki's instructions, inserting a larger vibrator into Yuki's anus and securing it with rope.

As Umeda's mother-in-law, and soon to be Umeda's mother, I was bound to my daughter, subjected to a "double-hole training" that I had only ever fantasized about. My identity brought me both physical and mental stimulation and pleasure, because, after all, I was Yuki's mother.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Unable to make a sound, I could only call out in a pitiful voice, "Ah...Mom...Mom...Ah..." Yuki called out to me with all her might, moaning and trembling, but she couldn't escape the tight rope binding her.

After a whole day of torment, my daughter and I talked all night long, about many things, including taboo topics we'd never discussed before, and our love for sadomasochistic rope bondage. It turns out Yuki really is a masochist who inherited my traits. Besides rope bondage, outdoor vibrating egg training, the dog training we just did, and imprisonment training are all Yuki's favorites.

"The craziest thing I did with Umeda was when he locked me in an iron cage for five whole days. For five days, he kept playing with me with an electric dildo, playing me to the point of oblivion, it was so much fun!" Yuki said excitedly.

"So, you've been doing this in Tokyo! You naughty girl." I asked Yuki, pretending to be a little angry.

"No way!" Yuki replied playfully. After that night, my daughter and I became even closer.

"Mom, should we ask Umeda to train us again?" my daughter Yuki asked me casually.

"Oh? Sure." I agreed to Yuki's request.

"Then... Mom, how do you want to train us?" Yuki seemed to want to get something out of me.

"Hmm... I'm fine with anything." I answered Yuki's question easily.

"How about this?" Yuki continued.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"How about a mother-daughter dog training?" Yuki asked. "That sounds good, a mother-daughter dog training?" I asked curiously. "Yeah, Mom likes being a dog, right?" Yuki asked. "Yeah, you know that already and you still ask Mom?" I replied a little angrily. "Oh, I just wanted to clarify a bit more." Yuki said.

"Actually, we can play now," I replied to Yuki. "Oh? Mom, do you want me to train you like a dog?" Yuki asked. "Sure, Umeda's not here anyway, the two of us can play too," I replied. "Then... Mom, put on the collar quickly." Yuki took out the collar and handed it to me.

I took the collar, glanced into Yuki's eyes, then unfastened the leather buckle and put it around my neck. After fastening the buckle, I adjusted the collar so that it fit snugly against my skin.

"Bitch, get down now! Do you think you're human? You're just a bitch now," came Yuki's stern command.

I quickly lay down on the ground. Yuki came over and touched the collar on my body. She went to the cabinet behind and took out a dog leash, then came over and fastened the collar buckle around my neck.

"Bitch, do you still want to wear clothes?" Yuki said, pulling on my skirt. I quickly took off my skirt, clothes, and underwear. Suddenly, I found myself completely naked in front of my daughter. Although we are both women, this experience was still quite rare, and I felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Yuki, wearing a knee-length skirt, looked elegant and lovely. She slowly took off her black lace panties, set them aside, and walked over.

"Bitch, taste your daughter's genitals." Yuki pulled up her skirt, revealing her vulva to me. She tightened the leash and pulled it towards her crotch. Yuki was, after all, a young woman, and her pink labia were quite lovely in front of me, but there was a slight smell of urine. My mouth slowly approached, and the taste grew stronger. My tongue licked into the labia.

"Ah...ah..." Yuki let out a soft, lewd moan, and I licked even more enthusiastically at the sound of her moans. Licking my own daughter's vulva, I felt like a woman who had long since lost the right to be a mother. The lewd thoughts of being both a mother and a bitch overwhelmed me.

Yuki and I were playing a perverse game in the living room. If Yuki weren't about to marry Umeda, I would have seriously suspected she was a lesbian who liked women. And me? I'm a woman who likes to be tied up, regardless of whether the person tying me up is a woman or a man, a daughter or a sister.

Yuki pulled down her bra, revealing her breasts. I licked her nipples, having long forgotten that I was her mother. Her hands were also mercilessly rubbing my clitoris and surrounding sensitive areas, not treating me as her mother at all, but only as a lowly bitch.

"Mom, let's stay a bitch like this until Mr. Umeda comes back," Yuki said to me, pulling on the leash.

The dog leash was tied to the corner of the sofa, so I couldn't go anywhere. Before me were Yuki's stockinged feet. Yuki, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity to discipline and humiliate me. She stretched out her foot, gesturing for me to lick it. I did as she said, lying on the floor like a female dog, licking my daughter Yuki's feet while waiting for Umeda's return.

"Ms. Kawamura, you really are a complete bitch, aren't you?" Umeda appeared at the entrance to the living room.

"Mr. Umeda..." I called his name.

"Darling, I'm disciplining my domestic dog!" Yuki said, pulling on the leash.

"A slave disciplining a bitch? Very good." Mr. Umeda took off his suit jacket, entered the living room, and placed it on a chair in the dining room.

"Bitch, you've met Master Umeda, hurry up and kneel down to pay your respects." Yuki said to me, pulling on the dog leash. "Yuki, don't forget you're my slave. My penis is for your mouth, and your lowly cunt is for this bitch beside you." After saying that, Mr. Umeda unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge penis. Yuki, seeing this, knelt down and skillfully sucked on Mr. Umeda's penis. I leaned behind Yuki and licked her cunt behind her spread legs. I could feel that Yuki's cunt was already incredibly wet, because mine was too... "How about we buy this bitch a dog cage?" Yuki said to Mr. Umeda.

"A dog cage? That's a good idea, and it would be even better if we kept her in a training center." Mr. Umeda continued to talk incessantly.

"What about me?" Yuki asked coquettishly.

"You? Of course, you'll have to be tied up with rope and locked up with chains!" Mr. Umeda said with a smile.

After the training session ended, Yuki Umeda and I arrived at the training center. The training rooms were all in the basement, while the first floor was converted into a bar and restaurant. The bar was quite full of people, dressed in suits and drinking expensive whiskey. They were all members of the training center, paying male or female masters.

There were quite a few people like this, and most of them were from the elite class of society. In their companies, they might be high-ranking executives or even company presidents. After work, they became supreme masters or slaves.

In the slave area, Yuki and Umeda led me to the training center's slave area, a private space specifically for slaves to prepare for training. When I arrived, there were already quite a few people inside. My code name here was slave number 1934.

"How many times do I have to tell you? That case is no good. Send it back for rewriting." The woman on the phone, dressed in an expensive suit and with her hair neatly styled in a bun, looked like a high-ranking executive.

"Slave number 1235, please prepare." The door opened, and a man walked in, speaking to the woman who had just been on the phone. The woman who had been so domineering on the phone suddenly became subservient.

"Yes, slave number 1235, understood." After saying that, she knelt down, crawled out of the opened door, and left with the man.

"Slave 1934, it's your turn." The door opened again, and a strange man entered, speaking.

I was stunned for a moment before realizing he was calling me. I stood up and walked to the door.

"Please be mindful of your status. I don't need to explain what position is appropriate for your status, do I?" the stranger said to me. I lay down on the ground, and he casually took out a collar and put it around my neck, then fastened it with a dog leash, marking the beginning of my slave status.

The dog leash was constantly being pulled, dragging me through a long corridor. At the other end of the corridor, another man came, leading another slave on a dog leash. That person was none other than my beloved daughter, Yuki. My daughter and I passed each other in the corridor. We wanted to linger, but we couldn't; the dog leash forcefully pulled us forward.

In the training room... this should be the training room, right? I told myself this, because this place looked like a dungeon, and I was a prisoner in one. My clothes had been removed before I even entered, and my feet were shackled with heavy chains. A heavy iron ball was attached to my right foot; I had no idea how heavy it was, but I couldn't walk far anyway. It was a dungeon because when I was brought in, the door was made of heavy iron, with a small door at the bottom, apparently for storing meals—it was a complete dungeon. My hands were chained to the wall, the chains only long enough for me to reach the door and pick up a plate.

"Look forward to it! You will be held in solitary confinement for thirty days, and your daughter has volunteered to be imprisoned for fifty days," the departing stranger said.

Was it night? I asked myself, because I had no idea what time it was. The door opened, and three or four men entered, all wearing only briefs. I had no power to resist; it seemed I was at their mercy.

Gang rape. Now I finally know what it feels like to be gang raped. My vagina was being filled completely, and another man's penis was being inserted into my anus, of course with lubricant. The other man didn't spare my mouth either; his penis was inserted into my mouth, quite deeply, almost reaching my throat. I was in excruciating pain and wanted to vomit, but I couldn't. The stimulation from both orifices, combined with the extreme humiliation, actually made me orgasm! A rare orgasm in years. I liked it. The feeling of being gang raped, all of a woman's organs being used as vaginas!

This was my first time being gang raped. It felt so exciting. I think I must have fallen in love with this feeling! I didn't resist at all; I even described it as enjoying it. After the men finished with my body, they unchained me and led me to another room. I was chained to the wall again, and in the center of the room was my daughter, Yuki, bound with rope and lying on the floor. The only thing not bound was her feet. Her pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving her bare mons pubis exposed. Nearly 20 men surrounded her. Umeda came out, hung a sign on Yuki, and then helped her to sit up on the floor. The sign on her chest read "Meat Toilet." Then the men rushed forward, and my daughter seemed quite happy.

What does it feel like to be gang-raped by twenty men? This question kept nagging at me. I didn't even see Umeda approaching. He was naked from the waist down, revealing his enormous penis, which looked like a monster—it was so big. His penis was slightly erect, and it was right in front of my mouth. I didn't resist and took his penis into my mouth.

"I'm giving my son-in-law oral sex, right in front of my daughter," I thought to myself.

"Bitch, serve me with Yuki!" Mr. Umeda said to me as he enjoyed my oral sex.

I couldn't utter a single word; I could only respond by taking his penis deeper into my mouth. Umeda laughed happily.

"Good! Bitch, well done," Umeda said.

The golden screen, unfolded, was placed in the large tatami reception room. Yuki had changed into a beautiful white bridal kimono, while I had changed into a plain, elegant kimono. I styled my hair in a bun, a hairstyle suitable for a kimono, and underneath the kimono was a rope garment made of hemp rope. I wasn't wearing a kimono on my lower body, allowing the rope to pass through my crotch and be tightly tied around my waist. Every time I adjusted my position, I felt a stimulation in my vulva, and I gradually felt my nipples harden.

After a full day of weddings, Yuki Umeda and I saw off our relatives and friends, leaving only a few guests who had originally intended to stay.

"Alright! Now we will proceed with the second special ceremony!" The emcee, the senior disciple of the Umeda-ryu Church, announced to everyone.

"Alright! Now, please invite Mr. Umeda's mother-in-law, Ms. Kawamura, to come forward." At the emcee's call, I stood in the center of the crowd.

"Ms. Kawamura, please kneel before Mr. Umeda," the emcee continued.

"Yes!" I knelt before the guests.

"Now, the ceremony of Ms. Kawamura becoming a Umeda-ryu household slave officially begins," the emcee continued. "

Ms. Kawamura, please remove your elegant kimono and expose your body in front of everyone!" the emcee continued to shout.

I untied the kimono's bindings, along with the outer furisode, inner lining, and other clothing. When the clothing fell down, revealing the hemp ropes binding my body, the guests gasped in surprise.

"Wow! No wonder she's Mr. Umeda's slave!" exclaimed Ms. Ritaka, one of the guests.

"Yes! What a beautiful sight!" added Ms. Sawamura, a friend of Ms. Ritaka.

"Ms. Kawamura, please bow your head... Now we will proceed with the collar-donning ceremony, symbolizing your official initiation into the Umeda school's slave." After the host finished speaking, Mr. Umeda picked up the collar from a tray held by a servant, walked forward, and put the leather collar on my neck. He then took the dog leash and fastened it to the collar around my neck. The guests applauded and praised me enthusiastically.

"Congratulations, Ms. Kawamura, on officially becoming the Umeda school's slave! Let's raise our glasses in celebration." With that, the guests raised their glasses, loudly congratulating me on becoming the Umeda school's slave.

"Alright! Now it's our beautiful bride's turn! Ms. Yuki, please come forward." After the host finished speaking, Yuki walked to my side amidst the applause of the guests.

"Miss Yuki, please also remove your beautiful bridal kimono." After the emcee finished speaking, others came out to help untie Yuki's kimono. Yuki was already bound with rope, and bells were clipped to her nipples, making her look incredibly cute.

After being put on a collar, Yuki and I knelt on the ground together, dog leashes attached to them. Umeda pulled up the two leashes, and my daughter and I officially became Umeda's livestock slaves. I was very happy to serve Umeda alongside Yuki. Even though her status was higher and more noble than mine, it didn't matter; as long as we could be Umeda's slaves together, anything was acceptable.

Umeda happily pulled the two leashes, leading my daughter and me around the guests a few times, preparing us to receive the training of everyone tonight. Whether the guests were male or female, they were all our masters; this was our job as Umeda-style livestock slaves.

The audience below was filled with people watching the mother and daughter, Umeda, being trained together. The tickets were sold out long ago. I knew I was tied up and suspended on the stage. Yuki bumped into me; she was also tied up and suspended on the stage. We were on different ropes, but tied to the same loop. Her right leg was bent and tied, while her left leg was hanging straight in the air. Her mysterious female vulva was now an object of public display. My legs were spread open and tied up, and my hands were fixed behind my back. Three ropes secured my body. My pubic hair had been publicly shaved on the day of the wedding. Now, both Yuki's and my mons pubis were smooth, like those of an immature little girl, with only a fleshy slit remaining.

The rope work wasn't easy. Even a professional rope master like Umeda would take an hour to tie us both up. So, with three rope masters working together on stage, the speed was much faster. After all, the faster they tied us, the longer we could hold our positions on stage.

Soon, we were both suspended high in the air. The three rope masters kept pushing our bodies, the ropes spinning in circles, our bodies pressed tightly together. Under their pushes, Yuki and I were pulled as close as they could go. Then they released their grip, and with the tension of the ropes, Yuki and I spun around in front of the audience. The spinning was accompanied by the cracking of the whip, and Yuki and I cried out in pleasure, showcasing the masochistic pleasure of being tortured.

The audience below, of course, didn't believe we were a real mother and daughter; they just thought it was a gimmick from a BDSM show to attract more viewers. In front of the entire audience, Yuki and I engaged in a lesbian lovemaking performance, with more lewd movements. The ropes, tightly bound by the rope master, soaked into the ropes, making them appear even darker.

Yuki's legs were forcibly spread, revealing her pubic area, which had already been shaved clean, and the audience watched intently. My legs were also forcibly spread apart by ropes and chains, exposing my vulva. My daughter and I were both displaying our most private parts to everyone on stage.

With each public training performance, Yuki and I attracted more and more attention, and the Umeda-style training cult's roots here grew stronger. Public training and vulva exposure became commonplace. At home, Yuki and I were completely naked all day, because Umeda-style training slaves had no right to wear clothes.

The headline "Rope. Mother and Daughter" was prominently displayed online, officially revealing our secret to the outside world, as Yuki and I had become the living advertisements of the Umeda-style training cult. Two women were bound with rope, hung high, whipped, and then crawled on the ground like dogs. We filmed our first DVD featuring a mother and daughter, which is also the only documentary I made with Yuki.

Perhaps "Rope. Mother and Daughter" will continue to be performed! Let us all become slaves together! Living for ropes and for sadomasochism, even if we no longer have the right to cover our bodies, even if we can only live as slaves and livestock, it's all worth it!

[The End]

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